fear

harsh breaths batter the otherwise still room
as your dangerous game of lion and lamb hovers
palpably between your prowl and the pounce
uselessly, my body lies deathly motionless, lest
i give you reason to show me why my heart
races and stutters when you move closer
love, yes, but fear and promises, and knowledge
you want me jagged and broken; bloodied and bruised
the intensity of your gaze vows the embrace of a
thousand graves with the writhing torment of
reanimation in your image; a broken toy
remade by your fire creeping through the
very bones you’d love to break